{Counting the coin he plans to send to his family.} 845… 846… 847… 848… 849… {He drops the final coin into a separate coin purse.} Boom! 850 coins finally counted!
{Deciding he’s finished for now, he clears and his throat. He swivels around to look at Vic.} So, ya’s evah taken the coin t’ya’s tribe in person b’fo’?
{In the process of tying the strings, he falters a little. With a hum he tilts his head.} You know, I haven’t been to see them in about two years now. {He scoots over and lays down on the grass; next to Marc.} Maybe I should take it personally this time.
{Slowly, he moves to lay on the grass as well. Hands behind his head, so as not to get bugs in his hair.} If’n mah Ma was still kickin’ I’d take her my earnings mahself.
Hmm… {Looking at the stairs he ponders. It’s true he’s hasn’t seen them in awhile. Sending monthly allowances is nice, but he does miss them. And maybe he can invite the no-brain hunk next to him?} Say, you ever met a goblin tribe?
{Laughing daintily behind his hand.} The offer is still there. {He glances at the Orc’s defined chest, then up at the stars.} Personally, I’d enjoy having you along.
Great! {He cringes a little when Marc looks away— damn that was too enthusiastic.} Um… I’ll go and pack some things. I should also let Rilith know I’m leaving… hm, I suppose a note will do. {Getting to his feet, he makes his way inside.}
